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In case you haven’t read it, there is a part one article on this subject. I just needed to touch it up a bit and add some more basic information, including this time, what an author might try to avoid, or experience an author/reviewer confrontation.
Just as a recap, and as I noted before, reviewers are PEOPLE on the end of your submission email. Personalize your subs to each individual, follow the guidelines precisely, check out their “About” section and read some of their reviews.
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I had a vision. Not like an actual vision, like I 'saw it' or something, but more like I understood a 'bigger picture', the bigger picture.

We keep talking about the fairness and the justice were working towards; the equality- but I think I saw the equity ( I'll have to go over this- edit, thesaurus, define), or lack of equity as it is, right now.

What I mean is that I saw the actual level of people, mankind, all of them,
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I know some of you have strong opinions regarding the place of electric bikes in the future of motorcycling (*cough Plasticweld cough*). But they are here. And in my opinion, here to stay.
Granted, these initial models leave a lot to be desired, particularly in the range department. The best models only get about 100 to 150 combined city / highway miles between charges. But that deficiency isn't a problem for folks looking for a hassle-free commuter. I used to ride 40 miles a day, and
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So, I'm working on my hurricane poems. Yes, I know it doesn't look like I am, but I am. grrr Really hard to take the steps back (or should I say steps forward) and get INTO the scene, not be the observer. For me, it has always been easier that way. Perhaps I'm more a writer than I thought. So this is what came out of my frustration.

Screw Rob Pirsig and his stupid book. There is no "art" to working on a motorcycle. And Zen on your own time.

There was no art to the way my bike leaned on it's side stand. It was balanced improperly, and on uneven ground it never sat stable. I could have meditated on the steady-state of the Universe, and come to the acceptance of my crappy kick-stand. Nope. Apologies to my Hawaiian relatives: I'm makin' it mo betta.

Yesterday was the day of a Hospital appointment. I'd managed to keep that from my wife but would I be able to have a day out without her wondering, or commenting on such an event. She would never ask outright where I'd been or why I'd been out so long, being as that I was on a week off work and therefore rarely surfaced before lunchtime, I knew that but if I hadn't said something, before hand, it would have been hanging there, the elephant in the room, long story, and so, a few days prior to my
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So, one great aspect of life that we all as a species get to enjoy together is not the physical world, that we can touch and experience first hand but the other world, that we can only see glimpses of when our eyes are closed and our brains are busy playing with the darken canvas before it, I am of course referring to dreams.

Sadly, we do not remember all of our dreams, though maybe one day, we'll be able to tap into that part of the subconscious and watch our dreams on a big screen
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We are all fellow writers here! we love to put pen to paper and create a symphony of words to create a story. But one thing that has been fascinating me is not the stories we share and intend to publish. the the ones we don't or at least not at this time, the ones that be come part of our personal libraries, never to see the light of day.

According to my writers journal I have approximately 40 World Stories and about 8 non-world stories, World is in regards to the world where most
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I adore coincidence...standing at the post office counter next to me a woman handed over a copek note or something to the cashier an said..I know it's not worth much but it was from a cruise we went on...an the cashier said it's worth 10 pence ...later on in usedbookshop a guy asked the owner were can he sell an old one pound note...after he left a customer said would you be bothered even if he looked like a extra in a movie an the owner said he's been coming in the shop for years.hes been a doctor
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I swear, they must try to find the dumpiest, dirtiest places. The rent must be cheap ( if they're paying rent). I can't say where it was, but let's just say that I wouldn't want to be there after a certain hour. The time of the meeting was bad enough. We do these things at night because some people have day jobs- 'covers' they call them- and the rest went along, though She -'E' had argued about it one time.

Chorus:The love of a friendIs worth more than moneyThe love of a friendIs sweeter than honeyYou’ll never get it from anyone elseIn your family or in your loveBecause a friend's love is specialTo you from your friend

When all the others are goneAll your lovers are in love with othersWhom have you got?Look around, you’ve got your friends

Few human habits irritate me more than the tendency for people to spread "Do Something!" disease.
I'm a minimalist, fatalistic, Darwinistic, cold-blooded SOB. That said, I like a good idea as much as anyone else. As a matter of fact, I LOVE good ideas. I also like Unicorns, guilt-free ice cream and honest politicians.
Yes, good ideas are that rare. But that doesn't stop mobs of idiots from foisting dumb, ineffective ideas on the public, and pretending that they are
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My Ariel is loose an wen the wind blows I loose channels but today surfing I noticed the God channel back on..I like to watch and time how long before they ask for money...one thing God can't provide but inspire you to give....

Does a fish know it's wet? Does the fish realize it's filtering it's own waste, and all of the other fish's waste through it's gills? Of course not. It's just a fish.
Does the average person realize the crap that they "swim" through? No. And if they do get a whiff, they just know it's the other fish's effluent, not their own.

After having sent out and received (cold) over 1,370 personalized review requests, I think I’m qualified to depart a little information on the topic of Book Review Requests. I’ll start the salvo off with a personal letter from a reviewer who happened to discuss some problem areas wherein authors were disrespectful and/or intimidating. I have her permission to post this material. Below her letter is my reaction and thoughts.

In my novel, The New Little Princess, now being finalised, this song is the video that goes viral and launches the Princess' career as a child pop star in June 2025.

To get an idea of what fans call the Princess' "supersonic" piano playing (she only has a Grand Piano, not a band), listen to songs like Jerry Lee Lewis' "Great Balls Of Fire" and especially Locomotiv GT's "Won't You Dance With Me?" which is the only song I have ever heard that sounds like

Officers, the higher ups,
police, army, fire departments. Captains and above, eventually lieutenants.
And anyone that is a professional with a degree. The possible exposure to the study of incorrect ideas in their past is greater. Dangerous thinking.
Anyone scholastically inclined. Teachers, doctors...
Obviously, writers, novelists, artists of all types. Self-expression, or any other selfish pursuits are a sure sign of discordant
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It's been a while since I've felt this exhausted. I feel like I've been caught in a never ending grind, devoid of hope of a better tomorrow any time soon. While I was in college, I was brimming with passion and desire. I was keen to soak up all the knowledge I could to break into a highly sought after field with a very high paying salary. I could endure the sleepless nights, the perpetual destitution, and the stress of the provincial examinations for my 4th and 3rd
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